The beautiful bed has vertical posts running up from each corner, and horizontal beams connecting the tops of those posts, with pulled back curtains d...aping down from them. I attach straps from her wrists up tightly to the horizontal beam above. Her arms are up diagonally, out in a ‘Y’ shape above her head. She whimpers, "Please stop this." I sigh, finishing up her arm straps.I step down from the bed. "When are you going to learn your lesson? I guess you need your gag back in." She whimpers. I blinked, yawned and then memories of last night rushed in. “Shit, shit, shit.” As I raised my head I was relieved to find I was alone in the bed. Sam must have left to go back to his own flat at some point in the night. I was thankful that I didn't have to face him this morning. I sat for a moment on the side of my bed, my head in my hands, trying to process what I felt. Feeling guilty and ashamed, I stumbled to the kitchen to make coffee. As I waited for the coffee machine I swore to myself. I closed my eyes as I heard audible chorus from the guys watching my round firm boobs.Tom cupped my boobs with his hands and began licking my nipples. I then felt a tingle of excitement in my warm and soaking wet pussy.The boys sitting by my sides soon got out their hard cocks and they made me grab those hard things in my hands…Still with my eyes closed, I instinctively grasped them and began to stroke these hard cocks…Tom lifted my dress up to my waist and pushed my knees wide open, exposing. ‘Ah yes, the letter,’ he mused sitting behind his desk with fingers pointed together as if in prayer. ‘Do you think you deserve it, Nikki?’ ‘I think so, Sir,’ I said nervously. Not to get it would be unthinkable. ‘I’m not so sure,’ he said, in truth it was probably no surprise to me. ‘How badly do you want it Nikki?’ Now that was a question. I really did want him to spank me again, why else would I be wearing a pair of my favourite pastel pink lace cheekies under a short skirt? The letter,.